By Judith Gayle | Political Waves

There's a new game afoot that I suspect you've noticed and may even have developed some skill at playing. It's a kind of Cosmic Where's Waldo?, where we scan our headlines, our television screens, our neighbors' responses and our co-workers' attitudes for some hint of reality, some sense of spiritual aptitude. We've traveled a long summer's madness, trickled tears at the twists and turns that are pummeling our nation, battled our fears over the projections and losses and defaults; wondering if we're the only ones hunting a solution other than chaos. The shifting landscape of our game board has taken us into distressing, often surprising territory, but we trudge on, looking for that sparkle of awareness in the eyes that will tell us we've found like-mind. Our family members sometimes turn into one of those dim Not Waldo faces as we search feverishly for the lost ones; we mourn a bit, heart-shocked and disturbed, then move on in our quest. We're in search of our tribe.

Back in May, some big players in our game turned retrograde within a day of one another; Jupiter, Neptune and Chiron. They'd been traveling in a pack under the altruistic canopy of the Water Bearer, Aquarius; had been and will be again, into the new year. Jupiter has slowed and begun forward movement now; perhaps some of the zealotry, bloviating and excess will dissipate or, at minimum, we can begin to put it into perspective. As with any retro, we got a review period; and a particularly potent one. We've had a good, long look at the unenlightened and the unintelligent, who bellow louder than the many who gained insight into the Jupitarian concerns of ethical and moral social expression during this period. If Chiron requires us to re-wound, we've managed it; if it is also the path toward our healing, then I suggest we get on with it. Our nation is dis-eased in many ways, her fractured schisms symptomatic of her decline; and as with every such malady, it's our choice of remedy that makes all the difference.

You have no doubt heard that our president has received one of the most honored awards the world bestows: the Nobel Peace Prize. The Committee Chairman was very specific about the reason Obama unanimously beat out 200 other nominees, saying, "Only very rarely has a person to the same extent as Obama captured the world's attention and given its people hope for a better future. We are not awarding the prize for what may happen in the future, but for what he has done in the previous year. We would hope this will enhance what he is trying to do." The firestorm of opinion that greeted this remarkable accomplishment was stunning. When a respected Washington Post columnist writes that the award is "ridiculous, embarrassing," she is displaying a deep lack of vision into these changing times; when Glenn Beck says the prize should, instead, have gone to his Tea Baggers -- and later declares that the White House finally going after the Republican propaganda machine, FOX News, is comparable to Hitler's assault on the Jews -- then I suddenly feel the true impact of the words 'ridiculous' and 'embarrassing.' Neither of these people are Waldo. Dude, where's my tribe?

For almost two decades the channelers have spoken of two worlds; one withering, and another overlaying it, developing. This new iteration of planet Terra is projected to heal herself, right herself, be a place of collaboration and co-creation; a restored planet and home to a conscious people. There's a bit of the supernatural in this possibility along with a good helping of quantum science. Some of us have already moved into that energetic vision and others are coming along slowly, their consciousness not fully cooked but rising and beginning to bubble; yet the spiritual community tells us that some will not let loose of their density and darkness, that they will continue to spiral downward, falling along the wayside. New York Times historian Douglas Brinkley had this to say about the Conservative outcry against the honor given our president: "To begrudge (Obama) the Nobel Prize is small." Smallness, of heart OR head, is Not Waldo; it's also not a ticket to ride into the newly configured world we are creating in this dawning of an Aquarian Age.

Those who do not understand Obama's accomplishment do not understand the New Paradigm that is slowly pushing aside the Old; until they do, they are destined to live in a withering consciousness that has no hope of renewal. The political meme that demonizes this president as well as all things Democratic, and largely at the hands of Murdoch, his FOX channels and the corporations that depend on their rhetoric, is most deeply entrenched in citizens of the 60s age range, according to statistics; these folks are due to recycle soon enough. Until then, they drag us along with them, solidifying the separate realities of two worlds -- one dying and one attempting to birth itself. Literally, a life versus death struggle; and a timely exploration of both.

Isn't that what we're looking at here? When America loses a bid for the Olympics and the leader of the nation is singled out for a stunning global award celebrating his accomplishment even prior to his election as president -- for infecting a world with hopefulness, determination and enthusiasm -- and both are met with singular disrespect and little regard for the good of the country we all purport to love, one can only gasp at the steely determination of those who would deny the future a healed vision while standing in the rubble of the best- laid plans of our founders.

We are a planet scarred by ruthless opportunism, a people struggling under the weight of corporate corruption. The entirety of our democratic experiment is up for grabs. Yet William F. Buckley, elitist and Godfather of modern Republicanism, declared that "a conservative is a fellow who is standing athwart history yelling 'Stop!'" So, there it is there; a fool's errand. In pragmatic terms, we can neither stop moving forward, nor settle back into the past; and as this shock wave of consciousness, this earthquake of awakening proceeds, those who work so valiantly toward a higher vision -- people like Bill Moyers, Arianna Huffington, Al Gore, Mike Moore and yes, Obama -- are part of the big redesign project. They are also in the crosshairs of the hatemongers, the foot draggers and the End Timers who will try to stop them at any cost.

There is a word we need to add to our lexicon: eschatology. It comes from the Greek 'eschatos' which means last, farthest. In the human mind there is always a beginning and ending; infinity is too ... well ... infinite a concept for our little brain synapses to wrap around. Eschatologists are absorbed with End Times and Last Judgment. Why should we know about this? Because far too many of us think that we've run out of our rope; and while it's one thing to think it, it's quite another to hasten it in the hope that a mythical Jesus will drop from the clouds with armed Angels, killing the nonbelievers and saving us all from wicked Muslims and Pagans and the like. You'd think we'd know better; Charlie Manson tried for his own version of The Road Warrior in the late 60s and all he got for his trouble was an X carved into his forehead and decades of lithium. If the Republicans seem to be burning bridges behind them at an unprecedented pace, perhaps it's because they're playing to a base that thinks there's no time to spare.

Believe it or not, this nihilism is relatively new in the religious community. I was raised a devout Baptist and never once heard about the Rapture; never wasted a moment's anxiety over the Antichrist. It wasn't until the 70s gave us Hal Lindsey's The Late, Great Planet Earth that religion began to plan its own end, and ours along with it. The resonant energy of Obama's message has disturbed this grim vision, breathing new life into the possibility of righteous governance and truly collaborative effort on a planetary level; hustling to pigeonhole him in the established narrative, they've assigned him the high honor of Antichrist -- too popular and accomplished to be anything else.

At the Evangelic website RaptureReady.com you will find otherwise reasonable citizens relieved, after the announcement of the Nobel prize, that someone else was blogging as that meant everyone had yet to be 'lifted' from this dreadful godless planet, ruled by Satan Himself. The Tribulation is so close now that everything must be filtered though its anticipated arrival; their affirmation invariably, "Come, Lord Jesus" to lift them from a flawed, imperfect world and rescue them from the sinful possibilities of their own blessed humanness. We are such children, aren't we? This misinterpretation has worked my nerves for decades; the path of the Christ is the way of the Inner Warrior, of nonviolence and forgiveness -- sissies who want to be 'saved' from themselves need not apply.

And it isn't just the Righty base that has bought into this slippery End Times business; ultimately, we're all affected. I'm already weary of apocryphal movies that show annihilation ... one more grueling script about an unexpected comet will make my head explode in advance of any actual event ... and this will only get worse as 2012 nears. Like a virus, this kind of dark thinking is leeching out into our daily affairs. A friend found herself dodging a coffee cup thrown by her über-religious mother the other day; ultimately, the older woman dissolved into tears and said it had to be the devil that made her do it. I think it had more to do with frequency.

We humans have various energy fields that overlap: physical, emotional, mental. Each has its own frequency, existing as layers in a single space. Emotions have a resonant signal; they attract more of the same, and send signals to those who match, drawing them in. Fear is a particularly dense vibration; a teeth-rattling one. It works like a magnet to pull more fear toward it. Literally, that's how we get 'what we deserve.' The Fundamentalist religions of this century are so dense with fear that it's amazing they don't shake themselves apart; and they may well, before this is over. If each of us is a particle of energy, yet also part of a larger collective wave that sends out a resonant signal, the Religious Rightys have behaved much as a tsunami in the last decade, seeking to sweep us all away. Yet there are other frequencies out there, and they're beginning to gather in noticeable ways.

The powerful frequency of fear has begun to wobble and dissolve in the presence of the vibration of hope. Each of the Avatars brought in a specific energy to add to the planetary mix; Jesus ushered in the Christed Conscious, that of unconditional love. It is the defining earth energy; even the mythology of death falls back before it. Love is the Lightest energy and the strongest, the frequency that cuts through density like butter and, sadly, the most overlooked by misunderstanding humans as they attempt to control their destiny. Love -- the Waldos of the world shine with it and they bestow it on everyone, unconditionally. Some who are afraid will see and follow, wanting to learn this new (and ancient) thing; those who do not will fight tooth and nail, perhaps throwing coffee cups if not grenades, but they will ultimately fail and fade away; to be provided for by a loving Universe, likely, elsewhere. There are many realities available and water seeks its own level, much as lessons remain ours only until we learn them.

Conversations with God (Book One) by Neale Donald Walsch.

To groom our fearless vision for a loving future, then, and create the standing wave that brings us closer by the day to its manifestation, we need to go big with our concepts; for that reason, I'm including a rather lengthy passage from Conversations With God by Neale Donald Walsch. If you are unable to bypass your worries and concerns to focus on the Whole Enchilada, then here it is, handed to you ... 21st century-style ... at the drive-through window:

You are living in a dream of your own creation. Let it be the dream of a lifetime, for that is exactly what it is.

Dream of a world in which the God and Goddess in you is never denied, and in which you never again deny the God and the Goddess in another. Let your greeting, both now and forevermore, be Namastè.

Dream of a world in which love is the answer to every question, the solution to every problem, the response to every situation, the experience in every moment.

Dream of a world in which Life, and that which supports Life, is the highest value, receives the highest honor, and has its highest expression.

Dream of a world in which freedom becomes the highest expression of life, in which no one who claims to love another seeks to restrict another, and in which all are allowed to express the glory of their being in measure full and true.

Dream of a world in which equal opportunity is granted to all, and equal resources are available to all, and equal dignity is accorded to all, so that all may experience equally the unequalled wonder of Life.

Dream of a world in which judgment is never again visited by one upon another, in which conditions are never again laid down before love is offered, and in which fear is never again seen as a means of respect.

Dream of a world in which differences do not produce divisions, individual expression does not produce separation, and the greatness of The Whole is reflected in the greatness of Its parts.

Dream of a world in which there is always enough, in which the simple gift of sharing leads to that awareness, and creates it, and in which every action supports it.

Dream of a world in which suffering is never again ignored, in which intolerance is never again expressed, and in which hatred is never again experienced by anyone.

Dream of a world in which ego is relinquished, in which superiority is abolished, and in which ignorance is eliminated from everyone's reality, reduced to the Illusion that it is.

Dream of a world in which mistakes lead not to shame, regrets lead not to guilt, and judgment leads not to condemnation.

Dream of these things, and more.

Do you choose them?

Then dream them into being.

With the might of your dreams end the nightmare of your imagined reality.

You can choose this.

Or, you can choose The Illusion.

I have said to you before, through the words of poets and leaders and philosophers: There are those who see things as they are, and say, "Why?" And there are those who dream of things that never were and say, "Why not?"

What do you say?

What you say will determine your tribe; there are many of us now, there will be more. The incoming frequencies themselves are much of what has some of us at loose ends, struggling to reinforce outworn behavior even as the old resonance begins to collapse. We are working Lighter now; we are aiming Higher. In order to find our feet, we must welcome in that new energy and find our placement within it. Those who define themselves as Lightworkers number in the multi-millions; they are dedicated to creating a standing wave of love to usher in a Christed Consciousness and an age of enlightenment. They are you and me; wonderfully imperfect and fabulously flawed, making choices moment by moment to tip the balance toward joyful possibilities. Humankind is developing its wings under the tutorage of its Higher Angels.

We're the human tribe, traveling through the ring of fire that separates us until the very illusion of separation dissolves and our collective vision bears fruit. And when it does, I hope there are apples, millions of apples for each of us to offer one another; standing under the Tree of Knowledge ... the one we just climbed down from ... finally fully human as the Gods and Goddesses we are destined to become. Until then, we're Waldo, in every corner of the world, every hopeful heart and every loving thought. We are powerful spiritual entities focusing our intent to manifest a new possibility for our brother and sister as ourself. We are the human tribe, awakening, and we're earning our wings.